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Oh. Just my pack paperwork. A sigh of relief deted my shoulders. I took a seat and picked up the pen, scanning

the documents that would make me an official member of Ashw.

“Status: Omega,” the papers read. My jaw clenched at the thought of going from being the head of the pack to

the lowest status possible, but I didn’t dwell on it. As long as I got to see my son and not be a rogue, that

was all that mattered.

I signed the papers with my fake name. Ste… Ste… I couldn’t use my oldst name, of course, so I went for

something generic: Ste Night. I signed that name and handed the papers back.

Alexander took the papers and studied them for a moment before ncing up at me. “Ste Night. Did you just

“I told you I forgot myst name,” I lied.

To my relief, Alexander didn’t say anything else about it. But he did say, “You left the ‘family‘ portion nk.

You really don’t have any rtives?”

I pursed my lips. “None that I care to mention.”

Alexander looked a little confused by my response but didn’t press. “Very well.” He ced his signature under mine, then slipped the document into a folder in his filing cab. “Wee to Ashw pack, Ste Night.”

“Thank you… Alpha.” It was going to take some time to get used to having to use his honorifics every time I spoke to him, especially when he had been inside of me on this very desk not all that long ago. “It’s an honor.”

Alexander bobbed his head once before turning back to look at me. “Now, I need you to prepare for an uing banquet that will be held this weekend. Lucien will have to attend. I’ll be naming him my heir that

night, so I need you to be fully present.”

His heir.

My heart thumped wildly with a desperate kind of hope. Alexander was still going to name my son his heir- despite everything that Sophia had told me. I’d often figured she was lying that day, but I still couldn’t be sure until just now.

Even if Alexander hated me in death, at least he still loved our son. That was all that mattered to me now.

Still, one question burned at the forefront of my mind: the matter of Alexander’s next steps regarding a Luna. It

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was umon for an Alpha to name a child his heir without a Luna by his side.

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Normally, the heir–naming ceremony involved both the Alpha and Luna, who each had to give their blessing to allow the child to fully be the pack’s heir. I’d never heard of an Alpha naming a child his heir without his

Luna present.

Curious, I asked, “What about your Luna? Do you intend to name a new one that night, too?”

The question slipped out of me before I could remember my new ce in this pack. Alexander’s eyes shed

dangerously.

“An Omega shouldn’t ask such questions,” Alexander growled, pointing at the door. “Leave me now. I have

work to do.”

My throat bobbed, but I quickly curtsied and left. Once I was alone in the corridor, though, I paused, brow furrowing. Alexander’s response was unexpected for a man who shouldn’t be bothered by my death. Last I knew, he still thought I was a spy. I thought he hated me, that he was barely grieving me after what he thought I

had done.

Or was I wrong about him after all?

It didn’t matter anymore, though, I decided. In Alexander’s eyes, I was dead.

And thanks to this awful curse, iI /iwould never be able to tell him–or anyone else, for that matter–the truth.

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